Military Snapshots - 155mm Howitzer at Camp Fallujah

Mike Battery, 4th Battalion, 14th Marines, located at Camp Fallujah, provided 155mm howitzer support. Here the photographer caught the round "on the way" as it left the tube. Photo courtesy of Defenseimagery.mil 04111-M-3658J-006, from Operation Phantom Fury: The Assault and Capture of Fallujah, Iraq by Dick Camp

Sweepstakes Winners! - "Road of 10,000 Pains"

Congratulations to our "Road of 10,000 Pains" sweepstakes winners, Sam McGowan of Missouri City, TX, Jodi Lotsen of Clifton, CO, and Tony Geraghty of Georgetown, IN!

Each will receive a free copy of Road of 10,000 Pains by Otto Lehrack -- an amazing oral history of the USMC's grueling victory over the 2nd NVA Division in the Que Son Valley in 1967.

We would like to extend a big "thank you" to all who entered our latest sweepstakes. Stay tuned to "Zenith Press...The Blog" and our Facebook page for future sweepstakes opportunities, as well as the latest book excerpts, author interviews, photo features, and new release information.

Military Snapshots - Captured Weapons at Hill 29

From 1967-1968, few American squadrons in Vietnam rivaled the fighting spirit and battlefield accomplishments of the 1/1 Cav. In that time, soldiers in the squadron earned a Medal of Honor, four Distinguished Service Crosses, and thousands of Silver Stars, Bronze Stars, and Purple Hearts during savage battles in places like Tam Ky, the Que Son Valley, the Pineapple Forest, Hill 34, Cigar Island, and Tien Phuoc. In this photo, Major Don Lundquist (left), Capt. Dave Roessler (middle), and an unidentified trooper from the 1/1 Cavalry examine captured weapons at Hill 29, also known as "Hawk Hill," in 1968. Photo courtesy of Charles Nathan Boyd, from Search and Destroy: The Story of an Armored Cavalry Squadron in Viet Nam, 1/1 Cav, 1967-1968 by Keith Nolan

From the Pages - Last Man Standing: The 1st Marine Regiment on Peleliu

Perhaps no singular battle illustrates the horror of combat in the Pacific War better than what was experienced on Peleliu. It was on this desolate coral island that approximately 11,000 determined Japanese soldiers waged a bloody and furious defense against the legendary 1st Marine Division in September, 1944. 

In the following excerpt from Last Man Standing, Dick Camp details the horrifying Japanese counter-attacks that occurred during the late-night hours of D-Day.
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As dusk approached, there was furious activity all along the Marine lines. Russell Davis noticed worried-looking NCOs and officers scurrying about encouraging the men to “Dig in, dig deep. Get the wire out.” Machine guns were brought forward and carefully positioned to provide overlapping fields of fire. Company and battalion mortar squads registered their weapons on likely approaches to the front lines. Artillery and naval gunfire observers memorized target numbers so they could call for fire in the darkness. Everyone knew the Japanese were coming and dreaded to hear them screech “banzai” as they launched human wave assaults. “Dusk had come and visibility was closed down to a few dozen feet,” Russell Davis remembered; “The smoke, settling in the hollows behind the bank, helped to make it darker.” George McMillan wrote: “The hours of tension and danger did not stop with dusk; every man lay taut in his shallow foxhole through the night, beseeching the sun to hurry, to restore to the battlefield its bright, accustomed focus.”

Nowhere was it more tense than on the Point. All afternoon the Japanese had staged scattered infantry and mortar attacks on “K” Company. The Marines held, although more and more men were lost. All the company’s machine guns had been knocked out, and Hunt had resorted to using a captured Japanese heavy machine gun on the lines. Fred Fox had “liberated” it from its dead crew. “I found the air-cooled Hotchkiss in a small clearing; two dead Jap bodies lay alongside it.” He was amazed to find that the two Japanese soldiers were dressed in spotless khaki summer uniforms with wrap leggings and split-toed shoes. They had rank insignia on their collar. “We carried the gun up to the Point,” Fox explained, “and gave it to [Cpl. Robert Anderson] from the machine gun platoon who said, ‘O.K., I’ll take it.’ I had no desire to keep carrying that damn thing anyway.”

New Release - Tales from a Tin Can

 

Tales from a Tin Can

The USS Dale from Pearl Harbor to Tokyo Bay

by Michael Keith Olson

Pearl Harbor…Midway…Guadalcanal…Guam…Philippine Islands… Okinawa…Japan.

The journey, like the story, of the USS Dale and its sailors is one unlike any other American naval vessel during World War II. As one of the few ships to receive little or no damage during the raid on Pearl Harbor, the Dale survived the entire length of the war largely unscathed and, amazingly, without losing a single crewman to enemy fire. The success of the Dale and her crew, however, was not just a testament to dumb luck. It was also a shining example of determination, duty, and the bonds of soldiers placed together in the belly of war.

Written in the words of those who ate, slept, and fought aboard the USS Dale, Tales from a Tin Can tells the complete story of the ship and her crew from the morning of December 7, 1941 to America’s Pacific Offensive to the Japanese surrender in August of 1945. Author Michael Olson, son of former Dale crewman Robert “Pat” Olson, makes use of extensive research and numerous interviews to piece together the first oral history of a combat ship from the beginning to the end of the U.S. involvement in the war.

With vivid recollections that are equal parts gripping, heart-wrenching, and humorous, Tales from a Tin Can places you onboard the decks of this work-a-day destroyer, providing a complete picture of life on the turbulent waves of war.

Available now at bookstores and online retailers everywhere or at www.zenithpress.com.

Military Snapshots - Infantry of Operation Desert Storm

Two American soldiers stand guard from a slit trench during Operation Desert Storm. Due to the fear that the Iraqi military might employ chemical or biological agents during the conflict, the troops wear protective gear. Photo courtesy of Defense Visual Information Center, from War Stories of the Infantry by Michael Green & James D. Brown.

Book Sweepstakes - Road of 10,000 Pains

Are you looking for your next great read? If so, Zenith Press has a book sweepstakes for you!

Told for the first time by author Otto Lehrack, Road of 10,000 Pains is the gritty story of the battles fought within four miles of Route 534 in Vietnam over seven months in 1967. Described in dramatic interviews with more than ninety U.S. Marines who were there, this is the story of the Que Son Valley that has never been told -- one that needed to be told. 

Now, Zenith Press is giving away copies of Road of 10,000 Pains to three randomly selected fans and followers of Zenith Press on Facebook or "Zenith Press...The Blog."

You can enter the contest one of two ways (see below*):

Contest entry:
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Deadline for entries is 11:59 pm CST on Thursday, July 1, 2010. We will pick the winners on Friday, July 2, 2010.

Learn about future book contests/sweepstakes, exclusive book excerpts, author interviews, photo features, and videos by following Zenith Press’ Facebook page and/or Zenith Press…The Blog!

*Contest Terms and Conditions – This contest is for Road of 10,000 Pains by Otto Lehrack to three (3) contest winners drawn at random. Books will be new and provided by the publisher. All entrants must complete the entry task(s), or in case of any issues an email to zenith.press (at) hotmail.com. One entry per household. All information provided will be kept confidential. Entries must be received by July 1, 2010 at 11:59pm Central Standard Time. Contest winners will be drawn at random and notified after the close of the contest. The books will be shipped directly to the winners. US and Canadian residents only.

From the Pages - War Stories of the Battle of the Bulge

The 99th Infantry Division arrived in Western Europe in November 1944 and was assigned to the quiet Ardennes sector as a place to gain some limited combat experience before being deployed to a more active area of the front. In this excerpt from War Stories of the Battle of the Bulge, Lionel P. Adda (D Company, 393rd Infantry Regiment, 99th Infantry Division) describes how, in a span of a couple of days, he quickly gained more combat experience than he ever had hoped for.
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OF ALL MY WORLD WAR II MEMORIES, those of the first few days of the Battle of the Bulge remain the most vivid. On December 16, our positions, which were in a densely wooded area, abutted the international highway at the Belgian-German frontier. Immediately in front was a ditch paralleling the two-lane macadam highway, and beyond there was a cultivated field which offered a field of fire of between 100 and 150 yards. The terrain then dropped off, and the edge of the field was our horizon. By walking about 100 yards to our right, however, we could see the dragon-teeth tank traps beyond the pillboxes of the Siegfried Line.
 

I was on sentry duty from 4:00 to 6:00 on the morning of December 16. Toward the end of my watch, I saw that the horizon was brightly lit, as if by searchlights. On other occasions there had been some illumination of the sky at night in the direction of the enemy, but it had never been as bright as on this night. I became concerned and considered calling Staff Sergeant Enloe, our platoon sergeant, whose sleeping hole was in the first squad’s area. I hesitated, however, since Sergeant Enloe was a very deep sleeper, and when I had called him on another occasion, I had found it difficult to wake him up. In the meantime I heard conversation about 100 or 150 feet to my right; perhaps with a better view the sentries could discern the reason for the light. On my left, however, all was quiet. Finally, I decided to waken my relief a little early, and for a few minutes we wondered about the light on the horizon. I then entered my sleeping hole, but I recall sensing that this morning there was something wrong. In addition to the light, perhaps subconsciously, the warnings which we had been given recently were contributing to my uneasy feeling. About a week earlier we had been visited by an officer who urged us to improve our fighting holes so that we “would be able to live and fight in them for days, if necessary.” Then came the engineers, who installed trip wires and flares in front of our guns.